96 A SEARCH IN SECRET EGYPT unseen servitors who, so he claimed, were ready to obey his will. It was obvious to me that here one was treading on dangerous ground, on the very boundaries of witchcraft, sorcery and the black art. Were these genii but baseless ancient inventions? No—it was not difficult to accept the theory that the hidden realms of Nature were inhabited by other creatures beside man; one could arrive at this conclusion by merely analogical reasoning. It was also quite possible that such creatures contained within their ranks those who were darkly malignant equally as those who were peacefully beneficent. Whether they could do all that he claimed was another matter. Egypt's prolonged sun-bath might have affected his brain; I could not decide straightway. In India a Yogi had mysteriously restored life to a dead bird before my eyes, although this return of animation was only temporary: here in Egypt I had watched an equally surprising reversal of this performance. I did not attempt to write down all he had said to me, for some men are note-shy and I knew psychologically that he was one of them. I fixed his phrases in my memory and transferred them to paper the moment I was alone—and how strange they looked then! I had wanted to investigate the forms of native magic. This was the first, curious result.